Graveyards are a sorry sight

Washed in shades of steel

With pale faces

Streaked with tears

Treading the ground of the dead

She glided along

Unseen unheard

For a mere apparition she was now

Nothing more than a white phantom

Mourning with the living

Today was the funeral

Of the body she had inhabited

For 78 years

Little did they know

It was no use

Ah! Humans that they were…

She could bear it no longer

And glided over to her body

Shriveled and bereft

Of a soul warm and golden

That soul which was now pale and lost

And she lay down with herself

On the pyre

She could hear the crackling fire

And sniffs and wails

Of humans bidding adieu

The dead beckoning the new

And she breathed her last breath

Not of roses and lilies

But of ashes and fire

Devouring her pyre

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